Through watching the Polite Fights (backwards, actually) I developed a theory on the aliens: we're the aliens. It's not a sci-fi turn, it's a breaking of the fourth wall using the aliens as the device.

Hank's cat turns out to be the cat from Inside Llewyn Davis.

If you loved him so much, you would have heard them discuss literally this exact complaint during the show last night.

I've gone from Fort Collins to Boulder to see The Decemberists, and Champaign to Chicago to see The National, both midweek. It's worth it.

People wildly misread things all the time. There's not a scene on TV that isn't wildly misread by some notable amount of people. If you felt like a failure every time someone wildly misread something you created, you would feel like a failure at all times. Have you ever read these discussion boards, or even worse,…